In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

takes

in his chest, way

are supposed to be engaged and that entails a number of things.First off, you need a

says while opening the lid of the small

eyes widen and mouth drops open as

wear a ring but

heirloom.He murmurs.Just then my ears perk up, not due to what he said, but the way he said it.Are my ears playing tricks on me

furrow as I glance at him

he pronounced

to a country and spends quite a long time there

thinking so hard on this? Damien probably just went on vacation for

to be the type to go on vacations and just

too into his work and other activities to actually

I cant accept it

I find myself saying.

is

nothing about rings but I can tell that it's expensive,

blue diamonds glint in the light as do the other stones,that surround the main one- the band is either

clue except

very attention

"Why not?"

asks, he looks

family heirloom.You should give this to the girl you're actually going to ask

to clarify, seeing his confusing

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

shake my head, taking

will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in his mouth, unsure whether to say them or

my turn to be confused

"Protect me, from what?"

become important without making a

I am not there to do

more serious then he

if to make sure I'll oblige Damien gently grabs my hand, holding it firmly in his, and all the while making eye contact with me, he slips the

my face

what would have been an intimate gesture had this not been due to

a befogged mind? We both stay silent,

his back as he now

down at the ring that is now mine, I can't help but to move my

heavy as

signalling that Max has left,

where we

walks towards his desk, leaning against

act more than as if

perplexed, wondering as if how

walk over to his desk, passing him I sit down

an unamused look

it's one of those swivel ones and so that makes me spin